The next morning, Mother's Day started painfully early with this gorgeous breakfast in bed and melted chocolate all over the beadspread. I will spare you the image of me caught in the act of waking up on Mother’s Day and being surprised with breakfast in bed and photographed against my will. A face only a child could love.
My nine year old was beaming for putting this amazing spread together, his joy so enormous my heart ached. In his card he praised me for "always being in a good mood" As I read it, i wondered if this might be was a case of mistaken identity and Could Someone Get Me Strong Coffee NOW.
How good are you at receiving presents? I’m terrible. I have to control it all, chose the what, when and how much, while my husband only delights in surprising me with the worst, most ill-colored, ill-fitting and mistaken items. This is a bad mix. Bad mix. The two of us. married. together. Over the years I have learned to receive the gift(s), thank him coldly and return the stuff the next day, but I wasn’t always that philosophical about the whole thing, oh no. But this year my husband made a very outlandish claim. He said he was going to get me something I would never want to return, that he would search far and wide and find ‘it.’ The gift of all gifts. This was a very arrogant statement to make. I said it was not going to be possible. It became a dare. But I was wrong! This is what he got me: the one thing I will never return! “gotcha”, he said.
Yes, good mood does come in a can. :- D
And good mood I definitely needed as Mother’s Day was tainted with the terrible looming shadow of a certain AP biology test that was obviously all my fault and warranted a long face an terrible mood on the part of a certain lead singer of a certain rock band. And patience! As my nine year old used his lego skills and helped build this cute table and chairs bought for $69 at Lowes.
We had lunch under the blooming pergola which really cooperated this year.
Amazing blooms and you know what? I had never meant to plant this. I thought I was planting and expected blue flowers. This is the first year the vine blooms and I am thankful for the mistake.
We (mostly not me) dug huge holes and planted roses, climbing Joseph's Coat, which one day will look like this:
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And maybe even like this:
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I had a great mother's day week-end. Practically collapsed under all the love. My Mother is in France and I'll celebrate hers later this months. She there, me here. Such is life.
I did manage to go see the Iron Man Sunday night. I went alone on Mothers day. That’s right! With my children’s blessing and my husband’s pouting about me sending the wrong message of rather being alone than with my children and yaddi yaddi yadda. And I enjoyed every guilty minute of Robert Downy Jr, bless his nuclear heart thingy and clanking metal suit.
